Now was time for consequences.

Trigger warning; Depiction of mental breakdown (I think? Not entirely sure what to call this...)

She didn't want to open her eyes, but she had to. She couldn't ignore her responsibilities any longer. But when she did, she saw something she'd never seen before. Everything was pitch black, the only other color being a white outlining on everything. She sat up, looking down at her hands. There was no distortion, no extra fingers or anything else of the sort, only the lack of color. She looked around, realizing that everything looked otherwise right. She could even read the posters on the walls.

But still, everything felt wrong. Like she was dreaming. But she wasn't the type to have such dreams at, or any nightly dreams at all. She goes to bed, and then wakes up in the morning refreshed and rested every single morning, ready for the day from the moment it started. But this was different. It was... weird. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew how it was making her feel; afraid. The things that happened today had already made her scared and ashamed enough of her own internal desires, and what they could do to her life if she let herself indulge in them. And now this? Only made things so much worse. But she had to get up eventually. She had to face the music.

She got out of bed, glad to find she was finally able to stand. But then, a pair of arms with the same white outline that comsumed the world grabbed and wrapped around her, in the same way Jehnova's had so little time ago. She looked over at where he should be, finding him looking back at her with that pained expression he had before he left. His head and arms weren't attached to anything, fading at the neck and shoulders as though they weren't really there. She reached out to him, only for him to turn from apologetic to disgusted, taking his arms off and floating away. She heard her own voice remanding her from his mouth, saying "How long are you going to keep holding on to me? You can't keep leaning on something forever."

She tried to respond, to argue against her own claims. But nothing came out. She realized she was stuggling to even breathe. She couldn't do anything but watch as he faded away into the darkness. It hurt, much more than it should've. Her own words cut deeper than a pair of short sentences should be capable of. She stared into the abyss on the other side of the room. She was seeing things right? Right? Was this what dreaming was like? She looked around for anything else looking to attack her, finding nothing. She made her way over to the sink. She washed her face with as much water as she could without drowning herself. It felt so real, so refreshing. Maybe she wasn't dreaming. She tried to lean on the counter, but as she remembered what her own voice said, and her hands stopped themselves.

She looked up at the mirror in front of the sink, seeing her father in the reflection. She turned around, finding no one. She looked back, only to see him again. He spoke with a stern expression in an equally serious tone, but still in her voice. "Pull yourself together. You look like a kitten left out in the rain. You're Kaguya Fortuna, aren't you? Highest in your year since you were 7? The 'Moon Princess'? President of the Student Council? Going to Cambridge to give a dissertation in 10 months? Act like it. And stand up straight. Slouching is not good for you."

For every every word he said, her body got heavier, like gravity was getting stronger. She was stuggling to stand once more, and her breath was still weak and shallow from before. She wanted to cry, but could feel the tears avoiding her eyes. She tried to put her hands over her ears and shut her eyes as tight as she could, but it was useless. There was no hiding. Her voice continued to crush her under the weight of her own words. But that last command was in her father's voice. It was one she remembered him saying, quite vividly too. She always remembered what he told her to do. And she always obeyed.

She heard her own voice answer back beyond her control, "Yes, Father." Strangly she sounded... young. Like a little girl moreso than her current self. Her back moved by itself, forcing itself straight despite how heavy she felt. And she opened her eyes to find she was much shorter, too short to use the sink now. She was a little girl again, and yet she still felt all her years of life weighing down on her. She was barely standing. She was barely breathing. Her body wouldn't let her hold onto anything. She couldn't even see her father in the mirror anymore. She couldn't even cry.

Suddenly, the door burst open. The shock and the whiplash from turning to look so fast caused her to fall over, still being weighed down so unnaturally. It was Chanceox and Shukufuku, from the student Council. Chanceox started yelling at her, yet again in her own voice. "Did you forget about us? Forget about your responsibilites? Forget what you were supposed to do? DID YOU?"

She couldn't keep her head up anymore. Her whole body felt sore, and still compressed by unknown forces, and still straining to breathe. Chanceox continued, "Why are you laying on the floor, dumbass? You were supposed to come back after whatever it was you went off to do! Not sleep on the floor! And LOOK AT ME!"

She couldn't look at him. She wanted to look at him, to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, to stop whatever was happening. But she couldn't. She tried, but she couldn't even lift her head. He continued barking at her. "Say something! Do something! Anything! You have too much work to do to be laying around like this! For gods sake, I'm calling you!"